If you knew me in back in UK or South Africa would you would just not believe what I have been doing today! In fact I am still “gob smacked” myself. I still don´t believe it!

…picking up garden snails…..

No, not because of any concern for my plants or the eco-balance in my overgrown, wild garden have I been foraging around rain soaked undergrowth beneath olive trees, like a pig looking for truffels.

Our little Catalan neighbour stopped me this morning with his little blue bucket and asked if he could go on the area of our unfenced land to search for these delectable delights.

Ugh!!!

Anyway I drove off down into town still thinking how revolting those creatures must taste. On return I felt sorry for him and gathered up courage to go hunting for them in the fenced in, dog enclosed area for these little monsters. I cringed every time I pulled one off its attachment of grass, leaf or bark. Oh my gosh, they are awful – slimey and sticky. I just can´t imagine how anyone can get one of them down their gullet.

But, the look of glee on Juan and Josefina’s face made it worthwhile! They were thrilled. Juan then enlightened me, that those big brown one’s are in high demand on Barcelona’s tables this week and are very expensive. So tonight his family and himself can eat with the best of them, because they have lots of big big brown snails.

Enjoy, I say! You are very welcomed to them – you have saved me a fortune in slug pellets…